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The MIL's house is a turn-of-the-last-century farmhouse. 50 years ago the FIL jacked up some of the sagging floors and levelled others, but there's hardly a straight line in the place. Today's project was making the parlour door latch again. Over the years the wood backing up the striker plate had been hacked, re-enforced and torn up again. My only recourse was to chisel out the busted up portion and glue in a new piece of wood. As I was taking out material to get a gluing surface, I came across two finish nails. Didn't expect those. Didn't have a claw hammer. I took my drill, caught the head of one of the nails in the chuck and spun it. It came right out. It reminded me of the old joke, "Hey! Toss me a wrench?" "What size?"
"Doesn't matter. I'm gonna use it as a hammer."
Best
Les
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Best
Les
My train of thought has been replaced by a bumper car.
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